"What did you say?" Tae Yeom-ryong asked, his thick eyebrows slightly raised.
Jeong Yeon-shin could guess the meaning behind his words just by looking at his face.
It was not that he hadn’t heard; rather, it seemed he was giving Jeong a chance to change his words.
"I’ve been trapped in the underground brain prison for a long time. It seems my hearing has dulled. Please say it again," he said, a subtle smile curling at the corners of his lips.
It was a display of authority.
He was the young master of a prominent family, after all.
As a local noble from Shandong, Jinan, he likely enjoyed a status comparable to that of any royal family, so it was understandable.
Jeong Yeon-shin calmly opened his mouth.
"If you belong to the faction of Ma Gwang-ik, then you are indeed my subordinate."
"Are you provoking me now?" Tae Yeom-ryong's eyes, which had been smiling faintly, narrowed even further.
His eyes were already shadowed, and he looked as if he could lie down in a coffin at any moment.
Despite his intense aura, he appeared like a cripple.
With a sudden burst of energy, he twisted his lips into a lazy smile.
He was as bizarre as ever.
"What’s going on?"
"I don’t recognize him. Is he fighting with Brother Seom-ye?"
"Let’s inform the elders."
"Are you foolish? Everyone is on a mission. Jeong-hyung is the highest authority here."